She tossed the wipe and sat up looking over at me. "Call it a superpower, but I've always been good at studying people.Especially men. I could tell what you wanted but didn't want to say out loud."
I folded my arms across my chest, leaning against the wall. All thatgood boyshit…I liked it way too much. Being told what to do. Damn…was she trying to ho me?
"You don’t have to be embarrassed, Boss," she pulled me from my thoughts.
I looked back over at her silent but waiting.
"There's nothing wrong with what you like," she continued. "Sometimes you like being in control. Other times…you like relinquishing it. I fulfill both because Ienjoyboth."
I dragged my hands down my face trying to process this new…kinkabout myself. "This is between us, right?" I asked carefully. "No bullshit?"
She smiled warmly. "Of course," she nodded. "Anything we do stays between us. I promise."
Chapter 16
"He's a submissive," I said to Ronnie as we hung out in our apartment. "Well…not completely I don't think, but I haven't tested his limit yet."
Ronnie's brows shot up, a glass of wine mixed with liquid melatonin resting in her hand. "Get the fuck outta here?" she shook her head incredulously. "I never would've guessed."
"I know, right?" I shrugged with a smile. "But you know I can root 'em out with the quickness."
"That's why you stay booked and busy." Ronnie nodded.
"Westay booked and busy," I corrected. "I feel like I hardly see your pretty ass anymore."
I patted her knee.
She sighed with a smile. "Alas…the life of bad bitch." She took a sip of wine. "I do think we need to find a day next week to do a girls day. Spa. Shopping." She dropped her head, looking at me over her eyes. "Dinner? Maybe we can go to that spot you like. What's it called…" she snapped her fingers feigning forgetfulness.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Simmer & Soul bitch, don't be cute."
"Righttt," she dragged out. "Simmer & Soul."
I rolled my eyes again because I knew she was digging. "What are you insinuating, heifer?"
"Well…" She rolled her eyes upward. "Out of curiosity, I stalked his socials a lil' bit," she admitted. "And…I kinda like him," she grumbled reluctantly before her voice softened. "I don't know…he seems sweet, sis."
I grinned, not at all surprised at her actions. "He is.Reallysweet."
"Besides being fine as hell—I can see the appeal," she huffed.
I sat down my wine glass and folded my legs under me. "You sound disappointed that's he's not an asshole," I laughed.
"Hell—I am," she snorted a laugh. "It's hard to build a case against a sweetheart."
I took a deep breath. "Okay…don't get mad, but I have a confession to make." I let out slow breath.
She sat her glass down as well, leaning in, eyes narrowed expectantly. "What?"
"…I went on a date with Remy last Friday. And we've been talking consistently.And…I like himwaymore than I told you," I rushed out.
Ronnie stared at me, mouth opened. Finally, she slapped my bare leg, hard. "You lying little cunt. I fucking knew you were hiding something!" She slapped my leg again.
"Ow! Stop." I scooted back, laughing. "Heavy handed ass. My bad."
"Why you keeping secrets, bitch? We supposed to be twins in this shit."
"'Cause I didn't want a lecture, sis," I confessed. "And I wanted to see how everything went."
